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I'm already sick of looking at that last journal.

My friends cancelled on me last night without ever actually telling me beforehand. Apparently a Myspace bulletin with an extremely vague subject line that deals with our normal WEDNESDAY activities is the place to say "Oh by the way, we're not going to dinner Friday because we'd rather go race our annoying fucking cars."

Ok so maybe that wasn't an exact quote. I'm just really over all the car talk. It used to be a situation where I was the only one at the table who didn't know anything. Now every week there's quite a few people who either have no idea about cars or couldn't give two shits about cars who are sitting there having to just stare. Then they wonder why people don't come out every week.

I'll probably be home again tonight. There's some party going on at someone's house but I haven't specifically been told to come over by anyone (especially the person throwing the party) so I'm not gonna just drop by.

*Edit*

For those who cared about the tire. I decided to run it over to Tire Kingdom even though it's Saturday afternoon. I told the guy what happened, he ran out, rubbed some magic wand on the tire and said there was no leak and nothing to worry about and sent me on my way. So no worries about that. But I saved the piece of glass because I think I'm gonna use it to fuck up that kid's car (the one who most likely put the bottle under my tire in the first place.)